There is a sickness that drives this place

It strikes me hard with great distaste

It's seen in wars between the human race

Times we'd show our darker face



Who knew we'd spend so much on hate?

Is there hope for us when we meet our fates?

Will we be saved? Is it too late?

Are we devices to destroy what we create?



For the core of us is the desire of fulfilment

The needs of ours felt first by us

Our conditions, nature, thoughts and beliefs

Are only for ourselves, and for no one else